So to say I have been told that I am not
Im sure of it.
Since the incubator, I no longer can breathe with water upon my optical nerve
I have been told a tale. A scripture. A long lived falsehood.
I have been falsely accused.
As I desert upon these meagar rations and
I stand boldly with obscure credence, I search for my incarnative experment.
I see it in the tides. It blends in the water.
I can not see it anymore.
I can survive on no island.